There is, however, one domestic art that I am completely hopeless at - sewing.
To be truthful I'm not completely hopeless. I can mend things, hem a skirt, and I am fond of embroidery. I've stitched old-fashioned samplers, although I've never managed to finish one. I've also dabbled in quilting, and am collecting the prettiest of Miss Mucks's old clothes to make into a quilt one day.

All of this patience and fortitude is completely lost on me. I hate using a sewing machine, cutting a pattern terrifies me, and everything I've ever made has been unwearable. I don't have the sewing gene, although my sister is determined that I develop it one day. I have hopes of managing to sew a decent cushion cover, but am most sceptical when it comes to something that someone might actually want to wear.
This doesn't stop me enjoying the delightful A Dress a Day blog though. Old patterns, pretty dresses, and witty prose. I heartily recommend* it, even if like me, you don't sew, and are never likely too.
*It will come as no surprise that it was my sister who told me about A Dress a Day. Nor will it come as a surprise that she gave Miss Mucks the most wonderful embroidery book, thread and a hoop for her recent ninth birthday.
1 comment:
ooooh, i love the pattern! details please.
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